Martyrs of the Catacombs - Anonymous
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extremity <strong>of</strong> hunger and rage.<br />
Soon iron gratings were flung open by men from above, and a tiger<br />
stalked forth into <strong>the</strong> arenas. He was from Africa, whence he had been<br />
brought but a few days previously. He had been kept three days without<br />
food, and his furious rage, which hunger and confinement had heightened to<br />
a terrible degree, was awful to behold. Lashing his tail, he walked round <strong>the</strong><br />
arena gazing with bloodshot eyes upward at <strong>the</strong> spectators. But <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
attention was soon diverted to ano<strong>the</strong>r object. From <strong>the</strong> opposite side a man<br />
was thrust out into <strong>the</strong> arena. He had no armor, but was naked like all<br />
gladiators, with <strong>the</strong> simple exception <strong>of</strong> a cloth around his loins. Bearing in<br />
his hand <strong>the</strong> customary short sword, he advanced with a firm pace toward <strong>the</strong><br />
center <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> scene.<br />
All eyes at once were fixed upon this man. "Macer, Macer," was called<br />
around by <strong>the</strong> innumerable spectators.<br />
The tiger soon saw him, and uttered a short savage growl <strong>of</strong> fearful<br />
import. Macer stood still, with his eyes calmly fixed upon <strong>the</strong> beast, who,<br />
lashing his tail more madly than ever, bounded toward him. Finally <strong>the</strong> tiger<br />
crouched, and <strong>the</strong>n, with one terrific spring, leaped directly upon him. But<br />
Macer was prepared. Like a flash he darted to <strong>the</strong> left, and just as <strong>the</strong> tiger<br />
fell to <strong>the</strong> earth, he dealt a short sharp blow straight to his heart. It was a fatal<br />
stroke. The huge beast shuddered from head to foot, and drawing all his<br />
limbs toge<strong>the</strong>r, he uttered a last howl that sounded almost like <strong>the</strong> scream <strong>of</strong><br />
a human being, and fell, dead upon <strong>the</strong> sand.<br />
Again <strong>the</strong> applause <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> multitude rose like a thunder peal all around.<br />
"Wonderful!" cried Marcellus. "I never saw skill equal to that <strong>of</strong><br />
Macer!"<br />
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